My Heart Is Broken In

When I Think Of Your Kisses My Mind See-saws.

The Songwriting Was Almost Like Something I Did While I Was Waiting For My Daughter To Come Back.

So Many Things I Would Have Done, But Clouds Got In My Way.

Rolling Stone Hates Me. They Must Have An Editorial Policy To Do Me In For Many Years.

Innocence Is Drowned In Anarchy. The Best Lack Conviction Given Time To Think, And The Worst Are Full Of Passion Without Mercy.